Kit Perriman

StyxI crossed over in the night for the very first time –

just floated serene and lonely

on coffee-brown water that lapped at my raft, unfelt.

I was not so much frightened as stricken with awe –

full of no earthly sensation

but the rushing of time, propelling me on and on.

Then at some exact moment –  the slate horizon

cracked like a splintering egg-shell

and strange orange light bled through the fissures of dark.

It is not yet my time.

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Impishly Sedated

The Midnight Writer

impishly sedated
peace devours
and destroys my
understanding –

I sigh for you
malevolent and

between cracked lips and
bloodshot lamentations

let me drown.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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